The hospital room was silent, except for the rhythmic beep… beep… beep… of the machines monitoring life. The fluorescent light above cast a pale glow over the sterile room.
MK lay on the bed, his face pale and still. The events of the past—Mi‑un's struggle, Kiaan's laughter, the years of memories—felt like echoes in the air, suspended in time.
Mi‑un stood just outside the room, a basket of fruit in her hands. Her heart pounded as she peered at him, remembering the accident, the coma, the long years… and the child they had raised, thinking MK was gone forever.
Her chest ached with a mixture of grief, love, and fear. She whispered softly to herself, "I… I thought I'd lost you… all this time…"
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Suddenly, MK's eyes fluttered. A single tear escaped, rolling down his cheek.
Mi‑un froze, heart in her throat. "MK…?" she whispered.
The tear fell onto the hospital bed, and then, impossibly, he sat up. His voice trembled as he let out a choked, raw sound—a cry that had been held for ten long years.
Tears streamed freely from his eyes. He looked around the sterile room, confused, scared, but alive. The memories of the alternate universe—the dreams, the visions of Mi‑un, Kiaan, and the life he thought he had lost—flooded back.
Mi‑un, unable to hold herself, rushed forward, dropping the basket, and hugged him tightly. "MK… you're alive! You… you came back!" she cried.
MK clutched her in return, the weight of lost time, pain, and love crashing into him. His voice broke as he whispered, "I… I saw… everything. All of it… it was real… even the dreams…"
Mi‑un stroked his hair, rocking him gently. "I kept him safe, MK. We… we waited for you. Kiaan… he's right outside, your little boy…"
MK's lips trembled, tears soaking Mi‑un's shoulder. For the first time in years, he truly cried, letting the grief and relief pour out.
Outside, the hospital world continued—machines, nurses, the quiet hum of life—but inside that embrace, time seemed to stop.
He had returned. Somehow, in another universe, in another reality, his story had been preserved. And now, here, he could live again—feel again, love again, and see the world he had dreamed of.
Author Note (Final Version)
When I first began writing The Letter I Never Sent: The Last Sunrise, I thought I would finish it at Chapter 14. I imagined a simple happy ending, a closure, and a gentle farewell.
But as I wrote, I realized there was something missing—a piece of my heart that I hadn't yet poured into the story. This story… it isn't just MK's, Mi‑un's, or even Kiaan's. It's mine.
Much of what you've read—MK's illness, his dreams, his diary, Mi‑un's struggle, Kiaan's growth—is inspired by my own life. The pain of losing someone, the struggle to hold on, the quiet victories, and the tiny joys—they are all part of me.
Mi‑un's character, her strength, and her love… yes, she was inspired by someone real. A person I cared for deeply, who is now gone from my life. But through this story, through her courage and love, I've preserved a memory of her.
The story you've read blends reality with imagination. The universe MK awakens in—the hospital scene at the end—it is a reflection of another possibility, another world, where the love, struggles, and dreams continue.
I have to admit something honestly: slowly, I feel my writing ability fading. The way I used to create stories, the energy, the imagination—it feels like it's dying inside me. Yet, I will continue writing, little by little, until all of my storage is completely full. Only then will I release a book—my own book—titled "My Real Life Struggle."
Every chapter, from 1 to 31, contains fragments of real feelings, dreams I once had, struggles I endured, and the journey of holding on to something precious. Writing this has been both my therapy and my tribute—to the people, the moments, and the dreams that have shaped me.
This book is my life, modified slightly for storytelling, but every emotion, every thought, is real.
To those who read this, know that life is unpredictable, fragile, and beautiful. Love fiercely, live fully, and remember the people who change your world, even if only for a short while.
And finally… MK, Mi‑un, Kiaan—the story you've followed—is also mine. It's my heart, my struggles, my memories. And just like them, life continues, somewhere between d
reams and reality.
The Author
Note: After completing my storage and finishing writing, I will release "My Real Life Struggle", a book that captures my true experiences, emotions, and journey of life.
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